Why is Micah looking pleased as punch? He’s just rolled over, front to back, for the first time! Way to go, kiddo.
3/21 Blastoff! 8 pounds even. 19.75 inches.
“Micah” First off refers to those shiny rocks that Sarah has always thought are so pretty. Or as Wikipedia put it: “A sheet silicate (phyllosilicate) mineral that is monoclinic, with a tendency towards pseudohexagonal crystals, with a hexagonal sheet-like arrangement of atoms.”
But more importantly, in Hebrew it translates as “he who is like _____.” (As with the name Michael (Mi-Ca-El) which means “He who is like God.” But rather than El, we just gave him the middle name Levy, which loosely translates as “my heart.”
Put em together and what do you get? “He who is like my heart.” Certainly some poetic license at play here, but that’s just how we roll.
Yup, that’s right, we’re having another baby! Given that we’re only announcing this on the blog now, halfway through the pregnancy, I do believe that things are going to be very, very different this time around.
When is the due date? March 25, 2015 (Tzviah’s birthday!)
Will we find out the baby’s sex in advance? Nope.
Do you have a feeling if it’s a boy or a girl? I have a feeling that I’m being kicked in the uterus.
Can we see a pregnancy photo? Yes, I’ll post one soon…ish…hopefully.
Does Liyam know what’s going on? He knows that there’s a baby in Mom’s belly and that it’s not ready to come out yet. He gives his baby kisses and last week told me that he, “likes to share toys with his sister when he goes to her house.” Instinctively, Liyam senses great change and this manifests as willfulness, neediness, spontaneous sobbing, refusal to put on pants, and soul-melting displays of affection. Oh wait, that’s just normal two-year-old stuff.
The audio is bad on this one and I don’t have the bandwidth for video editing right now, but the visuals are pure joy. I suggest muting the sound, going to full screen, and singing, humming or whistling something gleeful to yourself while watching.
For the first time, Liyam helped me bake a cake and discovered the joy of licking the batter. (I think he actually thought the batter was the finished cake for a while there.) And, as the main batter-eater in my life for three decades, I was surprised to discover that there’s even more joy in giving someone else the bowl to lick. The whole experience was magnificent and delicious and flour-covered. Can’t wait to try bread and cookies with my baker’s man.